Cooper. What a little lug, although he's not so little anymore. He's about eight months old now and is still such a baby. He likes to play dumb too. He'll grab a dog toy and head over to something he would like to chew on but shouldn't, lay down and chew on the dog toy while we are watching and wait until we look away. Two seconds and he's dropped the dog toy and grabbed something like a hairbrush, a doll, my tennis shoe, my decorative balls off of the coffee table, a plastic bowl, a cup, so far no homework. He melts our hearts though. And the way he looks into our eyes with his innocent sad eyes. He's a sweetie.
We'll bust him sometimes chewing on some of the examples I just gave and tell him, "Cooper No! Get a dog toy." Before we are done with the sentence, he's dropped the non-chewable item and is chewing the dog toy as if he never did anything wrong. So cunning.
He is also such a love. But can get in the way sometimes as he likes to lean up against us. For instance yesterday, I was finally painting the walls in the kitchen and came close to hitting the floor a few times as he just wanted to snuggle up near me. I sent him to the basement not only for that but because he wanted to lick the freshly painted walls. Jeesh. It all ended good but later noticed paint on his ear, which must have transferred to Jackson's shoulder and hand. Charly is hoping the paint will come off Cooper's ear in a bubble bath she wants to give him tonight.
Puppies.